An huge great stone, which stood vpon one end,
And had not bene remoued many a day;
Some land-marke seem’d to be, or signe of sundry way.
The same he snatcht, and with exceeding sway xxxvi
Threw at his foe, who was right well aware
To shunne the engin of his meant decay;
It booted not to thinke that throw to beare,
But ground he gaue, and lightly leapt areare:
Eft fierce returning, as a Faulcon faire
That once hath failed of her souse full neare,